Yes

You know I love you yet you ask

     Me o’er and o’er again;

I’ve told you “Yes” a thousand times

     And tell you now, but then,

When next I hold your hand in mine,

     You’ll whisper in my ear,

The same old question, ever new,

     “You sure you love me, dear?”

I’ll tell you “Yes”, and “Yes, and “Yes” again,

     And “Yes” and “Yes”, and “Yes”;

Until your heart is satisfied,

     And beats with happiness.

And then when I am gone away,

     A day or two, I fear,

I’ll get a note from you which says,

     “You sure you love me dear?”

    

Feb. 15, 1904